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*Beep Beep Beep*

I sigh and turn my alarm off. "Why is this so hard?" I say to myself. I slide back in bed and start thinking about school.

I don't want to go. I don't want them to hurt me. I don't want to come home with bruises and blood on my knees.

I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I snap out of my thoughts and slowly get out of bed.

I pick out skinny jeans, a black over sized hoodie, and pair my outfit with some black doc martins. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and brush my teeth.

I apply mascara on my long lashes and do my eyeliner. My lips were chapped so I put on some Chapstick.

I walk down stairs and head out the door.

Here we go.

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